Haines His Way

It was in the 70s in Greece. It was 89 when I landed.

I took two painkillers before takeoff and they actually helped.

The seat stuffing seems to have been MIA. And being the last row, I could not recline the seat.

The flight to San Antonio was sheer torture. I was in the last row in the middle seat. The woman to my right would not move her srm from the arm test to allow me to watch a movie, not that I wanted to watch the movies they were showing.

Then I went into ABBA overload. Watched a 1-hour documentary about and with the band, then Muriel’s Wedding and Mamma Mia. I had forgotten just how good Toni Collette and Rachel Griffiths were in Muriel’s Wedding. Had to believe that movie is 30 years old.

The flight from Athens was uneventful. I watched the film of the stage production of The Prince of Egypt. It needs work. There are a couple of good songs, but the show is both too long and underdeveloped.

I watered plants. Some had fried, others were in the middle, a few looked better without watering.

Exhausted but home.

I’m home.

Good night, friends.